Ons loop saam… vir dertig jaar nou. Mekaar se moonlight shadows. Trying to find ourselves in the winter snow … (continue reading)
Author: Freddie Roux
Mag ek ook soms wens ek was ‘n visserman? Met breë bors vorentoe in die suidewind Terwyl ek regop in my skuitjie staan Mag ek ook soms droom van … (continue reading)
(A post from Cecile's Facebook) One often hears about winter depression, tips to beat the dark cold winter blues. Why do you never get advice about the summer blues? I … (continue reading)
(A post from Cecile's Facebook) What do I miss about Upington? The Upington I knew, the place that was my background, my reality, my personal and unique stage? I miss … (continue reading)
“The mediocre teacher tells. The good teacher explains. The superior teacher demonstrates. The great teacher inspires.” Meeting an idol again after 40 years. A natural. A free spirit. #scienceteacher #idol #roadcyclist #guitarist #canoeist #matriek #velddrif #freespirit #natural #1983 … (continue reading)
(A post from Cecile's Facebook) I came across this photo today while sorting through stuff. I see a contented cat - Fietetjat. I see a quilt made by my mom, … (continue reading)
(A post from Cecile's Facebook) Weird how these moments happen. You stand at the stove, hear a sound, and glance over your shoulder. Like a thousand times before. But this … (continue reading)
En na ‘n donker-oggend warboel van oorvol treine is Schiphol weereens ‘n skokkende losgemaal van ‘n menigte der leërskare mense. Dis vakansietyd en dis drukgang op drukgang en beamptes wat … (continue reading)
Scatter some of my ashes here when I die.(My Flemish friends will find the spot) … (continue reading)
Die donker kom van buite en syfer deur die ruite. Is daar dan nog kole op ons vuur? Ons drome van gister word somber en sinister. Want – ja, Nico … (continue reading)
“S**t! This is not a good day!“, I thought, as Komoot announced that I had arrived – and I realized this does NOT look like the place that Gerrit had … (continue reading)
There’s some rain, and a howling wind in my face again today – a Black Southeaster we would say in the Cape. But a special moment: land of the cycling … (continue reading)